On Monday, I was not a happy camper. I was really struggling, worrying about money. I was a bit worried as I’d spoken to a client who told me they were changing the way they worked so I didn’t think I’d be getting as much work from them. Having already lost SpaSeekers, this was more than a bit of a worry and I got a bit stressed.
Then I had some other news that made me worry about my other half’s job too.
I didn’t sleep well Monday night. I got up first thing on Tuesday morning, I’m talking 2 am, and started registering with more freelance work websites, even the ones that paid rubbish money. Then I decided to try a technique that worked for me before, just after SpaSeekers told me they didn’t need me any more. I got this technique from the brilliant ‘Get Rich Lucky Bitch’ by Denise Duffield Thomas.
It’s dead easy. All you have to do is make a spreadsheet of everything you have, money wise. Take it as far as Boots Advantage points, Tesco Club Card points and Costa Coffee club points. I did it; I wrote down what was in every bank account, old savings account and my purse. I counted what was on my credit limits for the accounts I have and even included my overdraft facilities.
I added in work that had been commissioned, and outstanding invoices.
Then I looked at it, and the number wasn’t too bad after all.
The next day, through bleary eyes, I took stock. By lunchtime I’d had a commission for two articles. Then another one came in for a bigger article. Someone got back to me from one of the freelance sites I’d registered with and offered me another two articles with a potential ongoing writing job. I had a message overnight last night to tell me that I’d been paid commission by Leonie Dawson through the affiliate scheme, money I hadn’t expected.
Today, I was asked to do another four articles this morning and one more this afternoon. And I had another unexpected offer of some money for helping someone out.
It’s all flying at me and I’m not complaining.
I’m using another one of her techniques as well, and I keep going onto Rightmove and eyeing up gorgeous houses, saving them to my folder and ogling them. At the moment I’m in love with a spectacular 5-bedroom house in Ipswich with the most enormous bathroom I’ve ever seen. I’m looking at it regularly, I’ve talked to Moley, and also my stepson about how when I have this big house I want, he can have his own bedroom, with a desk and room for his own stuff. I’ll have my Victorian cottage, you wait and see.
It’s not just money. I haven’t spoken much about this but my dad has been ill. Very ill. To the point where a few weeks ago he was so poorly and miserable that he had people praying for him at his church. All his friends and our family have been hoping so hard he’ll start to feel better, even though the illness is terminal. One night my mum also prayed really hard for him, she was so upset at him being so ill and distressed. After she prayed, Dad slept. And slept. He didn’t wake up for almost a full day and Mum was beside herself. When he woke up properly the next day it was like there’d been a miraculous transformation.
Since that day, he hasn’t been sleeping during the day (he had been going for a sleep 2-3 times during the day). He hasn’t been so exhausted he’s been nodding off while he’s talking. He forgot to take his walking stick with us when we went out for his birthday two weeks ago. Forgot! He managed to walk around town the other day without getting breathless and to top it all, he’s feeling so much better that he and mum are booking a holiday.
The last day he was in hospital, at the end of May, doctors didn’t expect him to live very much longer, he was upset, very very ill and weak. Coming out of hospital saw him improve but he was still ill enough to need overnight care, and we didn’t like leaving him on his own for too long in case something happened. Even three or so weeks ago we thought he was deteriorating and so did he. Whatever you believe, something amazing happened. All those prayers, all those people hoping so hard for him, it seems to have had an effect. Call it God, The Universe, Source…I don’t care who or what it is that’s caused Dad to go from death’s door three months ago to booking a holiday, but I love it.
I can’t explain any of this…but it proves to me that there’s something in this law of attraction/prayer/positive thinking malarkey. have any of you ever experienced anything like this?